Free Come by Becca Jameson Page A

office. I haven’t seen him all week. I really think he gave up when he saw us kissing in the parking lot.” She set her purse on the table next to the front door and kicked off her heels.
    “So, his name is Jonathan, huh? What’s his last name?”
    Katy stared at him for a second before she blew out a breath and answered. “Stewart. And just because I told you doesn’t mean I give you permission to confront him.” She narrowed her gaze at him.
    Rafe hesitated, a new idea forming in his head. “I don’t think that’s who’s following you, Katy.”
    “Why? Now I have two stalkers?” She wandered toward her kitchen area while Rafe closed the front door.
    “The guy in that Kia out front was too young to be a law partner. He might have been twenty-five or thirty. And he had long greasy hair that almost covered his face.”
    Katy scrunched up her face. “That’s not Jonathan then.” She stopped moving and stood still at the kitchen counter, dropping her shoes on the floor.
    Good. He wanted her a bit more rattled than she let on. Someone was following her. It made him very nervous. “You aren’t safe.”
    Katy’s shoulders slumped and she padded toward the couch where she collapsed onto the cushion. The dress he’d so admired earlier rode high on her thighs, but sex was the last thing on his mind now. “Don’t you think it could be a coincidence?”
    Rafe shook his head and rounded her couch to stand in front of her. “Not anymore.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t think you should stay here.”
    She jerked her gaze up. “Rafe, this is my home. I’m not leaving because you think some guy in a black car is following me.”
    Rafe narrowed his gaze. If she were his, he would never give her this kind of choice. But she wasn’t his, and he had no right under the circumstances. The circumstances being that he hadn’t told her who he really was. A Dom.
    No way in hell could he divulge that right now and then drag her out of her home. She’d freak out, and the freak out quota for the night had long since been reached.
    Rafe took a deep breath. “Humor me again?”
    Katy stood and stepped around him, nearly knocking into his arm. “No. Rafe, I’m a grown woman. I’m not leaving my house. Whoever it was is gone now. You saw him leave. If he believes you’re here with me, all the better. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m not going to let some asshole run me from my home in fear.” She set her hands on her hips as she spoke.
    Rafe paused for a moment, thinking. There was no way he was going to win this battle. And he hated it with a desperation. He couldn’t stand the idea of leaving Katy here alone. But he wasn’t her Dom. And she was no submissive.
    In fact, she rolled her eyes while she watched him. Secretly he wanted to take her over his knee, lift that short dress of hers and make nice pink lines across her bare ass with his palm. What would she think of that?
    That was the million dollar question.
    He cleared his throat. Defeated, he crossed the room to the door. “Okay. But do me two favors. Lock this door. Check all the other entrances and lock them too. And sleep with your phone handy. At least if you hear a noise you can call 9-1-1.”
    She nodded and followed him to the front. She set her hand on his arm. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered.
    Rafe kissed her briefly, more of a brush of his lips across hers. “I’m counting on it. I know we’ve only known each other a week, but you’re growing on me,” he teased.
    “And I feel the same about you. Now leave. I need sleep.” She shoved him toward the door.
    Rafe left, but he hated it and prayed he wouldn’t later regret the decision.

Chapter Eight
    At eight thirty the following morning, Katy pulled into the parking lot of the park where she met Jenna every Sunday.
    Jenna was already leaning against her car, stretching her legs. “What? I don’t have to come drag your ass out of bed this week?” She laughed.
    “Nope. I set the alarm